Chapter 1198: Chapter 650: Yin Weiyin?! (2-in-1)
The sword tip narrowly stopped an inch away from Qin Qingluo’s neck, the fierce Sword Qi even cutting off several strands of her flying hair, shattering the brocade at her neck.
Chen Yi forcibly withdrew his strength, his blood and Qi surged within him, his meridians faintly ached. His eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion, staring intently at his hand gripping the sword.
"Why did I... want to kill Qin Qingluo?" Shocked to the core, a baseless thought suddenly arose, and he found himself wanting to kill Qin Qingluo without a second thought.
Qin Qingluo abruptly retreated several feet, her spear tip raised straight, her snake-like eyes had turned into vertical slits.
"You want to kill me?!"
Chen Yi raised his head sharply, meeting the gaze that seemed to pierce through him, and a ridiculous thought struck him like lightning.
"It wasn’t me!" Chen Yi blurted out, his gaze sharp as a sword, directly stabbing at Qin Qingluo, "It was you! You wanted me to kill you!"
Qin Qingluo was taken aback by his words, the fleeting fury on her face instantly froze, her thoughts surged like a torrent, with no time to ponder further as the official puppet charged at her, the wind pressure carried by its arm, smashing towards her fiercely.
The fist edge was like a mountain.
A silhouette flashed like lightning, suddenly interposing itself between Qin Qingluo and the fist edge without warning.
Chen Yi lifted the Three-foot Sword, his whole body’s Sword Intent turned into Sword Gang, forcibly enduring the mountain for her.
The overwhelming force brutally collided with Chen Yi’s Sword Gang, the Gang Qi first condensed, then shattered with a sound, Chen Yi retreated step by step, his feet carving shallow grooves, feeling as if his arms would break inch by inch, a metallic taste rushing straight to his throat.
Blood slightly seeped from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse, "Trust me just once, will you?"
No response came from behind Chen Yi.
With no time to agree or disagree, Qin Qingluo already moved; she repressed her tumultuous emotions, raised her spear, and slanted away, speaking in a deep voice, "Let’s deal with this wretched thing first."
With that, the spear thrust forth like a dragon, turning into a wildly dancing spear net, viciously lashing at the other arm of the official puppet pursuing Chen Yi.
The Spear Gang kept exploding, though it couldn’t severely damage the puppet, it successfully hindered it.
Seizing this gap, Chen Yi suppressed his surging Qi and blood, his toe tapped lightly on the ground, his figure slid aside like a phantom, the Hou Kang Sword turned into several clever cold gleams, no longer confronting directly, instead following the direction where Qin Qingluo’s spear had struck, targeting the puppet’s knee bends, elbows, and other difficult-to-defend weak points, delivering several sword strikes.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal clashing filled the air.
Chen Yi moved with the sword, within the Sword Intent World, each stab hit the weak points, while Qin Qingluo’s spear, like a thunderstorm, moved expansively and furiously, purple electricity danced wildly, continuously bombarding the puppet’s massive torso and attacking arms, emitting dull "dong dong" sounds, forcibly disrupting and stalling the giant’s attack rhythm.
Their figures intertwined, though they spoke no words, they formed a temporary tacit understanding.
Qin Qingluo’s spear shadows were like furious waves and torrents, confronting head-on, her eyes focused solely on the spear in her hand, as if nothing else existed; at least at this moment, she needed to try not to "firmly believe" Chen Yi was the enemy, but a partner to face the enemy with back-to-back.
During this, she also tried to concentrate her mind, a strong intention like invisible tentacles pierced vehemently towards the neck of Yang Chongwei within the puppet, attempting to wrest control.
However, Yang Chongwei’s empty eyes showed no reaction, he seemed to have merged with the cold puppet completely, only leaving a pathological obsession with controlling the puppet, impenetrable.
Qin Qingluo’s intentions struck an invisible wall, motionless.
"No way! He’s too deeply entrenched!" Qin Qingluo grunted lowly, sweat seeping from her forehead, already feeling slightly strained.
Chen Yi’s eyes flashed with a glint, with a short sentence, as if he had an epiphany.
Indeed, here thoughts come true, Words Become Law, despite the official puppet belonging to successive Prince of Annan, at this moment it’s manipulated by Yang Chongwei.
Given this,
Without hesitation, he plunged his mind into his Heart Lake.
In the Heart Lake, various past obsessions suddenly turned back, gazing straight out, immediately, endless Sword Intent gathered in one place, erupting from Chen Yi’s Heart Lake.
Buzz!
A figure, ambiguous yet containing supreme sharpness, suddenly formed before Chen Yi.
This figure was illusory and ethereal, only a silhouette of a one-armed woman could be seen, her face blurred, yet the Sword Intent belonging to the ninth under heaven rose to the skies,
The phantom raised her one arm gently, fingers like a sword, pointed distantly towards the unyielding official puppet.
No earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling and brilliant light.
Only a line slicing through top and bottom.
Silently, the line swept across the puppet’s massive body.
Time seemed to halt for a moment.
Then,
Crack!
The heavy armor on the official puppet’s chest, which had previously withstood the Supreme, instantly revealed a smooth, penetrating crack throughout its entire body!
The enormous form jerked abruptly, movements completely frozen.
The next instant, along with Yang Chongwei, it flew out, crashing heavily into the shadows of the alley behind, leaving debris and a deep trench, then staggered to its feet, fleeing further away.
Chen Yi’s face turned slightly pale, his body swayed, a strong sense of exhaustion swept over, as if all his strength had been drained by that last sword.
His vision blurred slightly, and the phantom of the one-armed woman seemed to glance at him at the last moment before dissipating into light spots.
"Master, ultimately you still had to save the day..." Chen Yi murmured, chuckling self-deprecatingly, inexplicably feeling a bit of reluctant nostalgia in his heart, though it was merely a fleeting glance.
